Amara's POV
The next day, everything felt like it was crumbling again. The air in the school was thick with tension, and the moment I walked into the cafeteria, I could feel their eyes on me—Jaxon, Caden, and Ryder. But today, Jaxon’s gaze was different. His usual cocky confidence was replaced by something darker, something cold.
I approached the table where he and the others were sitting, my heart racing. I didn’t know why I still felt this pull toward them, especially after everything that had happened. But the pull was there, deep in my chest, making it harder to breathe.
Without warning, Jaxon stood up as I neared, his eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here?" he spat, his voice loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear.
The words stung, cutting through the air like a bla
